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The old monk had a sense of avoiding talking about what happened at the beginning, and seemed to be very reluctant to talk to me about the events at that time, and his eyes were full of many complicated looks.

The most obvious is remorse.

"You asked me if I was Gatha Sun....... Actually, ....... are you asking?" the old monk smiled, and his tone was inexplicably sad: "Most of my physical body has become Gatha Sun, as long as I take one step further, I will really become an enemy of the Buddha." ”

I was a little relieved to get this answer.

"I've heard the ancestors of the Buddhists say that Gatha is so unconscious, and there is basically no other consciousness than the constant slaughter of Buddhists." As I spoke, I looked at the old monk cautiously and said in a low voice: "You are still conscious, and you can keep your hand on me, which means that you ........"

Before I could finish speaking, the old monk smiled and waved his hand, saying that it would be soon.

"My consciousness is being swallowed up by something else, I can feel ......." the old monk said, raised his hand, looked at the red lines on his arm, and his eyes became more and more helpless: "When I completely lose consciousness, I will really become a Gatha Ten, and then ......."

As he spoke, the old monk turned his head coldly, his cloudy old eyes seemed to be moist, and he looked at the seated statue of Sakyamuni in a daze.

"Buddha....... If the disciple really becomes a demon....... Don't blame me....... The disciple can't help himself........"

When the old religion entered the temple, I don't know the details of the whole thing, but I can guess the approximately.

Judging from what the old monk said earlier, the old sect should have occupied a certain advantage in the battle with him.

They can not only delay the old monk, but also divide their men and find an opportunity to release the monsters suppressed under the temple.

Although the old monk was not necessarily in danger when facing the six prophets, he still resolutely chose another way and drove out all the miscellaneous pieces.

The path he chose was the one that most Buddhists feared.

That is what the Bodhisattva said.

Become a demon on the ground.

Renunciating one's faith is the last decision Buddhists dare to make, and they are the least willing to make.

But the old monk did it anyway.

"Little donor, do you think I'm wrong?" The old monk asked me coldly.

At this time, his eyes were red, and his cloudy gaze was full of indescribable bitterness.

"You're right."

I said, every word came from the heart.

"The body is a demon, and the mind is a Buddha." I said word by word: "The great compassion and fearlessness that Buddhism says are nothing more than this, and Shakyamuni is happy that he can have a disciple like you!" ”

"Really?" The old monk grabbed my arm violently, maybe he was a little emotional, and he didn't grasp the strength of his hand very well, so that my bones were clicking: "Does my Buddha really think like this??" Won't he be disappointed? ”

"Why are you disappointed?" I asked rhetorically, although my arm hurt so much, I was still very reluctant, squeezed out a smile, and comforted: "The most important spirit of Buddhism is to cross people, you resisted the miscellaneous pieces of the old religion, and did not let the monsters suppressed under the temple escape, you crossed tens of millions of people, this is where your great compassion lies." ”

Hearing me say this, the old monk was stunned for a moment, his eyes were no longer so nervous, and he didn't make a sound, listening to my next words.

In fact, I can see that no matter how great this monk's ability is and how great things he does, he also needs the recognition and comfort of others.

After all, he is a man, not a saint.

"Can you have compassion, turn into a demon in your flesh, and be willing to turn into a Gatha ....... to suppress that monster underground," I whispered: "A monk like you is the Buddha's favorite disciple, with compassion, a fearless spirit, and the ability to sacrifice his life to save people regardless of the consequences......."

At this moment, the old monk suddenly asked me: "Buddhism often says, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore, little donor, do you think a person like me can still return to the shore?" ”

"The shore of the bitter sea is the back, so what is the other side of the bitter sea?" I asked the old monk rhetorically.

As soon as he heard this question, he was also a little confused, frowned and thought for a while, and said, I don't know.

"Have you ever thought that on the other side of the bitter sea, there is the spiritual mountain that the Buddhist disciples are thinking about?" I asked tentatively, copying what Wenren Bodhisattva had originally talked to me: "If you don't see the sea of suffering, you don't know the suffering of all beings, and if you don't cross the sea of suffering, how can you cross the sea of suffering?" ”

The old monk seemed to understand the meaning of my words, and his eyes gradually brightened, no longer so much bitterness, but an indescribable excitement.

"Eating fasting and reciting the Buddha does not necessarily lead to Buddhahood, but if you have the courage to seek the truth in the sea of suffering, give up your physical and mortal wombs, strengthen your Buddha heart, and make great wishes with great compassion.......

Speaking of this, I paused slightly, recalled the words of the Bodhisattva, and repeated them word for word.

"After passing away, you will definitely become a Buddha."

"How do you know you can become a Buddha?!" The old monk's eyes widened, and he looked at me in disbelief, with suspicion and hope in his eyes: "How do you know this?!" ”

"A Buddhist master said it." I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can't lie to you about this kind of thing." ”

That being said, it is still unknown whether the old monk can become a Buddha after his death, and even I am doubting that what is the truth of what the Bodhisattva said?

He hadn't died, he hadn't gone through the process of death, so how did he know that he could become a Buddha?

But now I have no other way but to comfort the old monk with a more realistic reason as much as possible, so as not to cause him to have mood swings.

If he's really anxious and loses his mind, then the fuck is .......

"So you can become a Buddha? You're not going to lie to me, are you? The old monk stared at me deadly, looking a little nervous.

"If you don't cross the sea of suffering, you don't know that sentient beings are extremely suffering, you don't see sentient beings in the sea of suffering, and you don't know that the five turbidities and evil worlds are extremely evil." I whispered, "Those who walk in the sea of suffering, those who are brave, those who cross others in the sea of suffering, those who are fearless, those who are compassionate, and who can cross themselves in the sea of suffering, that is the great wisdom that the Buddha appreciates the most." ”

"Got it! I understand!! ”

The old monk laughed without warning.

The laughter was so loud that even this ancient temple located underground was trembling.

I was very close to him, and he smiled coldly, and I only felt that my eardrums were about to explode, and my brain hurt.

"What is a Buddha and what is a demon, it's all vain!!"

"The devil is a Buddha when he does good deeds, and the Buddha is also a demon if he has evil deeds, but it is just a line of separation, a line of separation!!"

"As long as the Buddha's mind is there, I will never fall into the path of demons!! My Buddha is compassionate!! ”

The old monk should not have been so happy for a long time, to be honest, I think he is a little paranoid, and he always can't figure out those key points.

Since the "cause" of all this is good, then how can there be such a thing as "evil"?

Even if he becomes a Gatha and becomes a real enemy of the Buddha, all these karma will be borne on the people of the old religion, and it has nothing to do with him completely.

Maybe it's because of the bystanders.

He couldn't figure out the question, but now after I said this, he should have seen it and figured it out.

When the old monk was in a better mood, I leaned forward, couldn't help but be curious, and asked the question I wanted to ask from the beginning.

"Old-timers, what kind of monster is the monster suppressed under the Supo Temple?" As I spoke, I added another question: "The temple was also built because of that monster?" Have you ever seen it? ”

The old monk nodded and said that he had seen it more than once.

"Whenever I close my eyes, whether it's meditating on the Buddha or closing my eyes to recuperate, I can see it." The old monk said, his eyes gradually becoming solemn: "If you want to see it, you can see it when you close your eyes." ”

"It's outside?!" I was stunned.

"Underground." The old monk said, patting the bricks on the ground with his hand: "In the deeper place under the Supo Temple." ”

"And how can I see it?" I wondered even more: "Could that monster be invisible?" Or is it like a soul-like injustice, invisible to the naked eye? ”

Hearing this question, the old monk couldn't help but fall silent, as if he wanted to answer me.

After half a minute, the old monk spoke, pressed his throat, and whispered to me with a solemn face.

"Its body is underground, but it's ..... It's everywhere! ”